"That's right."
The one who answered was Yu Baixing.
Following the sound, Yu Baixing walked into the yard. He raised the card in his hand and said, "The money is right, but as I said before, I only perform arts, not teach them. I am not your master, and you are not my apprentice. "
"I don't study art." Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Master Yu, you only need to sort out the information on the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect and the Sansheng Drink, and then I will publish a book for you and write your name on it. That's all."
"You don't want to learn art?" Yu Baixing looked at him suspiciously.
"I don't study medicine." Zhu Zhiyuan said calmly, "I don't make money by practicing medicine."
Yu Baixing looked him up and down: "Who are you?"
"I am the deputy county magistrate of Hushan County."
Zhu Zhiyuan took out his work permit and handed it over.
Then he pointed at Gong Fenghuang: "Her name is Gong Fenghuang, she is the deputy director of the Hong Kong Monetary Authority."
"County magistrate, director?"
Yu Baixing looked at Zhu Zhiyuan's work permit and handed it back to him, the confusion in his eyes getting stronger.
Zhu Zhiyuan understood what he was thinking.
A county magistrate or a director spends millions of dollars to buy his medical skills, but he doesn't learn it. He only asks him to compile a book and put his name on it. What does this mean?
"Her grandma is eighty and has some Alzheimer's." Zhu Zhiyuan pointed at Gong Fenghuang: "Then I heard someone mention you, Master Yu, and I know that you have special skills, but because of your early experiences, you are a little hard to talk to, so we We found it and spent the money to buy your art without changing your views and thoughts on the world. I think this is respect for you, don’t you think?"
"Yes." Yu Baixing's eyes suddenly lit up: "I hate those pushy people. If they want you to do something, they will tell you the truth. If they don't want you, they will ignore you or even slander you. You are disgusting."
He pointed at Zhu Zhiyuan as he spoke: "Boy, although you are the county magistrate, you still like me. Okay, the deal is done. Send her grandma here. I will give her two injections to try. If you want to learn, just learn." If you don’t learn how to do it, there’s no need to publish a book or anything like that, I don’t appreciate it.”
"I don't need your appreciation." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "Master Yu, what you have is not invented by you. It is traditional Chinese culture. It is summarized and passed down from generation to generation by your master and master's masters and published in books. , is to preserve Chinese traditional culture, not to make you famous personally, writing your name is nothing more than saying that you are a inheritor, that's it."
"That's right, that's okay." Yu Baixing nodded: "Send the person here, um, come tomorrow, I have something to do today."
"Then I'll take my leave first." Zhu Zhiyuan bowed with his fists and led Gong Fenghuang out.
"What a weird person." Outside, Gong Fenghuang snorted and looked at Zhu Zhiyuan: "That's you. Anyone else wouldn't be able to catch him."
"Just like you." Zhu Zhiyuan first spanked her buttocks and then put his arms around her waist: "With Gong Fenghuang's pride, can an ordinary man handle it?"
Gong Fenghuang chuckled charmingly: "I can't hold it for you."
"Because I am not an ordinary person, I am an ordinary person." Zhu Zhiyuan raised his face and looked at the sky in the distance: "I have two lives."
At this moment, he told the truth, but Gong Fenghuang couldn't understand it at all, but thought Zhu Zhiyuan was talking about love. She whispered: "Two lives are not enough, three lives are needed."
Zhu Zhiyuan smiled brightly and said, "Why not seven lives and seven lives?"
"I want to live forever." Gong Fenghuang became emotional instantly and hugged Zhu Zhiyuan tightly. When they got to the car, mist filled her eyes: "Zhiyuan, you don't seem to have played with me in the car."
"It seems so." Zhu Zhiyuan also aroused her mood: "Aren't you afraid that your car will get dirty?"
"Don't be afraid." Gong Fenghuang was already passionate, and his red lips came closer...
On the other side, when Yu Baixing saw Zhu Zhiyuan Palace Phoenix had left, he slowly sat down, looked at the bank card in his hand, and shed tears.
He went into the back room, took out a tablet of the god under the bed, wiped it clean, placed it on the three-stand cabinet, and lit a stick of incense.
"Master, I sold the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate and the Sansheng Drink. The other party gave me one million. You still know what you are selling. It's just that your disciple has embarrassed you."
He cried and laughed and talked for a long time in front of Master's memorial tablet. Someone outside called for a haircut. He went out and got two haircuts. After seeing that it was noon, he closed the door and rode his electric bicycle to the east. go.
After riding a few streets, we entered an alley and arrived at a large courtyard.
There are five or six families living in this yard. It's almost noon, and several women are picking vegetables and talking.
As Yu Baixing walked over, a woman with sharp eyes shouted: "Master Yu is here."
Yu Baixing responded: "Here he comes."
The other woman turned her head and looked over, her face sank when she saw Yu Baixing.
This woman was in her mid-forties, with an oval face, and still had charm. She should have been a beauty when she was young.
She is Yu Baixing's ex-wife, Yue Qing, who was a nurse in the hospital where Yu Baixing worked. She was indeed a flower when she was young.
"What are you doing here?" Seeing Yu Baixing, Yueqing's face sank.
In Yu Baixing's eyes, she was still beautiful, but her sunken face had a look of frost.
"I heard that Xiao Rong has found a girlfriend and is planning to get married." Yu Baixing felt sorry for his wife, and he didn't blame Yue Qing for not giving him a good look and smiling.
"Why are you asking this?" Yue Qing became excited: "Maybe you still want to sit on top, do you know who you are?"
She looked excited, and several women next to her also talked about it. They all knew that Yu Baixing had killed people and been in prison, and people who had been in prison were always viewed differently in society.
"Yes, Master Yu, you need to think more about this."
"I'm afraid my in-laws will think I'm losing face."
"If you mess up the marriage, you'll be in trouble."
"The child's life-long events are important."
Listening to the discussion of several women, Yue Qing felt even more embarrassed. She stood up and pointed her hand: "You go."
Yu Baixing didn't move, and when he glanced at the women talking about each other, his waist straightened up slightly.
"I bought a house for Xiao Rong."
He said.
The sound was not loud, but it was earth-shattering.
"You bought a house for Xiao Rong?" Yue Qing didn't believe it at all: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
The once aggressive nurse became even more aggressive under the blow of life.
"The new community behind Dongmen Street is called Dongfang Xinyuan." Yu Baixing put his hands behind his back and raised his head slightly.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to fifteen years ago, when he was a doctor, possessing unique skills, full of confidence, and speaking the truth.
His momentum shocked Yue Qing.
"Where did you get the money?" Yue Qing asked.
"You forgot, I know acupuncture." The confident smile on Yu Baixing's face grew even more: "I can kill people, and I can also heal people. If I bring people back from hell, someone will give me money."
Seeing Yue Qing's expression change, he said, "If you don't believe me, follow me to see it."
He said, turned and left.
Yue Qing was still hesitant, but the women were excited.
"I really bought a house."
"I know Dongfang Xinyuan, that house is nice."
"I heard that they are all three-bedroom apartments with an average price of more than 10,000 yuan, and 80 to 90 square meters will cost more than 1 million yuan."
"One million, how can Master Yu get so much money?"
"He can do acupuncture. There are so many rich people now. If someone rescues him, he won't be stingy."
Listening to these discussions, Yu Baixing's heart was filled with excitement, but he walked more steadily, as if he had returned to the way he had gone for ward rounds more than ten years ago.
Yue Qing didn't believe it at first, but Yu Baixing's confident pace made her a little unsure, so she finally followed.
